Why I Love Public Transportation (most of the time)

This morning, as I was walking to the bus stop (gotta love that public transportation), I saw a man combing his hair. That actually does happen, probably more that you’d think. However, this man was likely homeless. (The dirt, the smell, and the trolley filled with garbage & recycling were my clues.) He was very seriously combing & styling his hair in front of a department store window, teasing it to get it just right. A couple of minutes later, he walked – no sashayed – by me. I don’t know what he did to his hair, but it obviously made him feel fancy.

The other day, again on the bus, I was directly behind a young woman who was on the phone. She was talking so fast that I couldn’t understand anything, except for after every phrase she said, “You know?” Every once in a while, she’d say something like, “Wait a minute! You thought I was going to, like, puke? That’s stupid!” About 20 minutes into her conversation I realized she was speaking Arabic. That probably explains why I didn’t understand the rest of her conversation. I’ve never heard anyone talk that fast though. She could win contests. (I loved that the English thrown in was very slangy.)

I can’t say I always love the bus – it takes me 1.5 hours or so to get home from work, and about 75 minutes to get to work – but it certainly can be entertaining. Plus I’m getting a lot of reading done. And, I got to see this (best for last):

Yesterday I was riding the bus home. As is often the case, the bus was on a fairly major street. We stopped at a red light. Again – nothing out of the ordinary. I looked out the window and saw a woman in the parking lot of a largish apartment complex carrying three small, white trash bags and a rifle. She put everything in the trunk of a Cadillac. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation. I have a hard time believing anyone would clean up a murder at 6 PM on the busiest street in North Portland (unless that was her plan….oooooh…devious).  Please, please share your theories in the comments. It’s Friday and we all need some entertainment to get us through until martini time.